Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 19 Braised Pork

Chen Nian, who was wearing a gas mask, had already closed the doors and windows in the kitchen, and after careful inspection, there would not be any trace of smell revealed.

After all, he was also afraid that his cooking process would be interrupted by some irresistible external force.

When he opened all the material covers, it seemed that the space in the entire kitchen had been distorted.

Fortunately, the gas mask I bought was of a high enough grade and strong enough to filter, but even so, Chen Nian still felt that stench like maggots attached to bones was desperately drilling into his mask.

It's like death squads, when one dies, there are a large group of them, and they continue to follow.

But Chen Nian is a young man after all, and he can persist in the past if he bears it.

So he carefully took out the herring that was soft and crumbled when touched.

Chen Nian remembers that if one wants to maintain its integrity, certain measures must be taken.

Either oiled, baked, or wrapped.

Chen Nian himself found these from the Internet. After all, Chen Nian also spent a lot of effort in order to win this time.

The choice of aging is over oil.

Carefully wrap a layer of cheese on the outside of the herring, and then wrap a layer of noodles with soybean milk and Laoshan snake grass water, and mix gently.

Then, in order for them to penetrate their own unique flavor, some small holes were made on the outside, and then a layer of stinky tofu juice was gently and evenly spread on the outside, and then bread crumbs were sprinkled on the top.

At this point, the initial preparation process has been completed.

Then, add the chopped black garlic and fry until fragrant.

When the disgusting taste of black garlic itself begins to mutate in the oil pan, put the wrapped herring balls in it.

Evenly fried.

The outer skin began to show a weirder color. These magical substances were mixed together, and then tempered at high temperature, so that the outer skin began to appear burnt yellow with a hint of fluorescent green, and it was still stained with fried charred black minced garlic.

The moment Chen Nian opened the door with a plate in his hand.

An unknown mixture of foul-smelling gases gushed out of the kitchen, filling the entire house in an instant.

"Old years!"

"What are you doing!"

Feng Honghong ran over angrily, and just a few seconds after opening the door, she could smell the stench. For a moment, she even wondered if her son had shit in the kitchen.

And put it in the microwave!
"I cook fish in garlic bread."

Chen Nian replied honestly, he is not the kind of person who has no quality, shit is too disgusting, right?

After carrying the plate to the living room, Old Chen frowned wildly.

And Chen Nian uses a table knife to carefully cut the breaded fish open
I won't describe how tragic the scene was next.

Chen Nian lost in the end, and he lost very thoroughly. Not only did he lose, he was also ordered not to wear a gas mask to clean the house, and he had to clean up all the rubbish.

If the smell in the house is not removed for a day, then they will not come back to live for a day.

Go out and stay in a hotel.

The money spent will be deducted from Chen Nian's living expenses for the next semester.

A few days later, at home.

Dozens of packs of activated charcoal, five kilograms of tea specially used to deodorize, ten pots of dying green baskets, and a stinky male college student with a loveless expression.

On that day, Chen Nian locked himself in the bathroom for two hours and then went to the bathroom for a whole day.

Finally, I called a master who rubbed my back.

The whole person who rubbed himself almost lost a layer of skin.

Even the back rubbing master lamented that he had never seen such a stinky person, and Zhang San, who was kicked into the cesspit time and time again, was nothing more than that.

Chen Nian was woken up in the morning by the back rubbing master in his dream.

The first thing to do is to open your eyes, then open your nostrils and take two big gulps of fresh air.

"Heh~ comfortable!"

Chen Nian never felt that the room where he slept all night could have such fresh air.

It feels so good to be alive.

As for those supreme dark dishes, I will never touch them again.

After waking up, Chen Nian goes shopping as usual, and the days are still the same as at the beginning, but now there are more and more customers.

Although there is an unlimited number of dishes, everyone is usually full with just one serving.

Occasionally, someone with a big appetite can eat one and a half portions, and pack the rest to take home.

Of course, there is also a charge for the packing box, one yuan.

Of course, the purchase price of the packaging box itself is not cheap, even the ordinary ones cost six to seven cents. I have seen it when I bought it, and the better ones can even cost more than one yuan.

So this stuff basically doesn't make money.

But there are still some customers left. When encountering this kind of vintage, we can only silently throw it away, but every time it is old, I will sigh in my heart.

He also tried to get those people to take it home. Although the taste will be much worse after heating, it can still be eaten.

But after they learned that there was also a charge for packing boxes, they once thought that old age was to earn money for their packing boxes.

Perhaps, they thought that such things cost only a few cents each.

But opening a restaurant is also impossible.

Even so, half a month after Chen Nian restarted [Red Red Restaurant], the words on the menu finally changed to:
[Conditions for opening the second dish "Braised Pork": sell 1000 copies of the perfect version of "Ma Po Tofu", and the current progress is 1003/1000】

[The second course "Braised Pork" has been unlocked and will be opened soon. 】

[The third dish "Scallion Oil Noodles" opening condition: The perfect version of "Braised Pork" sells 3000 copies. 】

It would be a lie to say that you are not excited when you see this.

What does it mean to sell 1000 copies of mapo tofu?
It means that the vintage has lost at least 7000 yuan.

This is in addition to the daily expenses of eating and drinking for myself and my mother, and the daily living expenses, minus the money earned by those customers drinking drinks.

On this day, the old age is full of energy when cooking!

The diners at noon saw Chen Nian with a smile on his face all the time, and hey hey from time to time. Although they couldn't hear the sound through the kitchen, even if they covered their mouths when they were happy alone, they would come from other places. run out.

Even some customers who were already acquainted secretly asked while serving the dishes: "Sister Honghong, why is the boss so happy today?"

"I don't know. I woke up like this early this morning. I suspect that he has lost money recently and has been stunned." When Sister Hong Hong talked about this matter, she couldn't help feeling a little bit sad.

It's only been half a month, and I've already lost seven thousand.

If this loss lasts for a month, then you have to rush for [-] yuan?

Even if the family still has some money, they still can't stand such a toss. It seems that I have to talk to my son well tonight.

After closing in the evening, Hong Hong cleaned up the tables and chairs outside and looked at Chen Nian who was cleaning the kitchen from time to time.

Wait until after cleaning up.

Chen Nian came outside, Hong Hong's mother was about to speak when she saw Chen Nian came to the wall, moved a stool, and held a marker pen in his hand.

Standing on the stool, he raised his hand and wrote a few words on it.

[Braised pork——35 yuan]

Anyway, I'm going to study in my dream at night. It's not too much to write in advance today, right?
Seeing this, Feng Honghong said, "Son, are you finally going to add more food?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Don't you only know mapo tofu? When will you know braised pork again?"

Chen Nian couldn't say that he hadn't learned it yet, so he said vaguely: "Didn't I go back every night these days, I just practiced this in the kitchen."

As soon as Feng Honghong heard this, she understood on the spot.

No wonder my son asked me to come back first every time during this period. It turned out that he had been secretly practicing.

If that's the case, she's relieved.

Braised pork is 35 yuan, which is about the same. If it can be sold as good as mapo tofu, then it will definitely not worry about paying back.

Back home at night, Chen Nian took off his clothes after washing and lay on the bed, waiting to go to sleep.

Then learn braised pork.

As a result, he lay on the bed until twelve o'clock in the evening, his eyes still staring like copper bells.

"What a mess! You can't sleep at all!"

Chen Nian got up and did [-] sit-ups, [-] push-ups, and sweated just right, but he still didn't dare to do too much, mainly because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to lift the pot tomorrow.

But lying like this, I still couldn't fall asleep.

Three in the morning.

"Why is the moon so round?"

"Why is the sky so dark?"

"Why is the street so quiet?"

"Why the hell can't I sleep?"

In the past three hours, Chen Nian tried to watch anime, but the more he watched the fighting fan, the more energetic he became.

I also tried to listen to cross talk, but Guo Degang, who used to fall asleep after listening to it, became more and more funny today, hahaha, how could this person be so hurt?

Four in the morning.

Chen Nian decided to sit up and read a book.

Sitting at the desk, I opened my textbook "Nutrition" to experience the feeling of going to school.

I hope the book can bring me a little sleepiness.

Looking at it, Chen Nian was sleepy.

The upper and lower eyelids are fighting like crazy.

The head kept clicking like a chicken pecking rice.

The book was also down, Chen Nian took advantage of the situation and lay on the table: "Just squint for a while, just squint for 5 minutes and go to bed"

I don't know how long it took, when he woke up and opened his eyes.

The body was lying down, but shaking a little, as if someone was shaking himself.

"Brother, brother, I'm hungry, I want to eat—"

　There is only one chapter today, close to [-] words, and a new dish will be opened tomorrow, so I will study the research outline today
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